Which was fine, for the moment, and Anael brought Nicholas closer to him, resting their heads side by side, giving him a chance not to have to meet his eyes, or show his face, or whatever the problem was. He knew a difficult path when he saw one, but he also knew better than to fight love.
Slowly he descended further down into London, somehow not seen by anyone. Men were very good at ignoring this sort of sighting. He alighted on the rooftop of the building housing Nicholas' shop. "There we are."